The Blizzard
Chapter Nine
Cursed For Life
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AN: Whee! I'm baaaack!!! I got so many reviews! Oh my god! huggles You people rock!!! Anyway, I came back with 17 mosquito bites in counting (West Nile! West Nile!) and I rode for eight hours in a car with bNO AIR CONDITIONING!/b God, it was the worst car ride of my life. I didn't even accomplish anything! Well... That's not true... While I was there, I finished writing this fic out on paper! So it's basically done! Well that's scary... I also got heat stroke at work yesterday, otherwise I would have updated. Sorry about that. Onwards!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing. Do you see the pilots going at it? No? Now you know I don't own it.
THANKS TO:
Ebony Black1: I didn't know I got it out so soon... Hm... I think the next two chapters will be out very quickly though, so less waiting for all! And don't hurt me if they don't come out of it okay, I told you all it would work out... eventually...
evilgoddess1990: I usually plan out all my fanfics before I write them, otherwise writer's block eats my soul. Lol, thanks for the review and here's an update for ya!
PATTY 40: Well I doubt I am as good as your reviews say, it's still nice to get them. I appreciate it a lot. Here's another chapter for you.
Demonskid: Yes, and I know Lisi would eat my brains witha spork if I didn't put Tro and Quat together so... ya...
Hells-angel8: gives you a cybercookie Yay! Good for you! Heero is not a stuck up ass! Thank you! Making up won't happen until very later though, I'm sorry to say. Thank you for the luck, but it didn't help much. My eyes don't like to rest, lol. Here's the next update!
Ran Fujimiya: Lol, sorry. I think I adapted the cliffhanger trait from Spirit of Paradise. She used to do those A LOT! And still does. But now I get back at her in the rps we do! - I wrote more.
dudette: Yes, I now know it is a spatula because many people have informed me so. sigh I'm dumb, ah, oh well.
Oliversgurl: Er... about fixing it... yeah... Won't happen for a while... Try after another whole 11 chapter fanfic.... er.... Don't hurt me! hides
Lisi Li: Yes, she did in fact. sigh Oh well. And you're right about the next two chapters. Did I tell you at some point or are you just the only smart person reading this? Just kidding! hides
Wufei aka Em: Yeah, that basically describes it. But now all the lakes are dried up, lol! Ah, so Cassi remembered? Lol, cool. I'm updating! Don't send the squirrels after me!!!
ON TO THE FIC ALREADY!!! Yeesh...
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The next week passed quickly, yet the safehouse remained very quiet. The two young pilots had returned to acting as they once had; rarely needing to speak to one another. The storm had eventually lifted and everything had returned to normal, or so it seemed on the surface. The duo rarely remained in the same room for very long and spoke even less, the tension between them thick in the air.
Finally, the twenty-third of December rolled around, and it couldn't have been soon enough for a certain long-haired pilot. Duo had been anxiously awaiting the trip to L4 as soon as the invitation arrived in the mail. Quatre's finely decorated invite, covering the time and date of his usual Christmas event, had arrived a few days after Duo had called.
Currently, Duo and Heero's plane had just landed at the large Winner mansion, Quatre waving at their plane excitedy, Trowa's arm around his waist. "Duo! Heero! Glad you could make it!" the blonde chirped excitedly, watching his fellow pilots depart the plane. "I hope the flight wasn't too long!"
"Nah, it was fine Quat," Duo grinned, giving the blonde youth a friendly hug. "So what are we gonna do? We're a day early, just like ya said."
Quatre smiled politely. "Well, I'm having your bags taken to your rooms as we speak, they're the same as last time, and since the party isn't until tomorrow night, I figured we could decorate the tree!"
Duo grinned cheekily. "Sounds great!"
"I'll pass," Heero replied gruffly, walking off towards the estate. Hurt flashed in Duo's features, but he seemed to let it slide quickly, pasting a smile on his face.
The blonde arabian frowned disapprovingly, recieving a light squeeze from his lover, and the remaining three walked into the house.
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"This box?" Duo asked, holding up a box of tiny ornaments.
Quatre nodded as he threw another handful of gold tinsel on the tree. "Hang them where you'd like."
The tree that Trowa and his blonde angel had purchased earlier that week was thriving from its spot in the main ballroom. Now, covered in decorations and lights, it shimmered brightly in the quickly fading sunlight.
Duo stared at the tree in awe while Quatre turned on the news. It was silent for a moment until...
(AN: Let's just leave it there... dodges objects thrown at her Just kidding!)
"Trowa! Duo! Come see! Quick!"
Listening to Quatre's urgent calls, the other two seated themselves on the couch, on either side of the shocked blonde.
"What's up Quat?" asked a confused Duo.
Quatre shushed him. "Shhh! Watch!"
They all watched as the reporter spoke. "In latest news, the war, which had all begun with a project called 'Operation Meteor', has finally ended. It was officially announced today when a treaty was signed between Earth and the space colonies. More news at eleven."
The three pilots stared openly at the screen, the announcer going on to brief about agriculture.
"Do you know what this means?!" Quatre yelped, tugging on Trowa's sleeve, his eyes filled with hope. Trowa smiled at him warmly.
Duo still looked to be in shock. "The... the war is over?" his face began to form the beginning of a smile. "No more fighting? It's finally over?" he stared at his hands. "No more blood will be spilled by my hands... But what will happen to the gundams?"
"We can talk to the doctors, they'll know what's going on," Trowa stated, calmly picking up the phone.
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As it turned out, what the news reports were relaying was indeed true. The pilots were told that they could do as they wished with their gundams, but it would be best if they were destroyed.
The wars were over, and there were no signs of any further uprising, not since Daiken and Maremeiah. Could the pilots finally lead normal lives? It certainly seemed that way.
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AN: BWAHA! I finished that chapter! Did I even spell Maremeiah right? Oh well. Who cares. Hope you like it, and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! poke
Chapter Nine
Cursed For Life
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AN: Whee! I'm baaaack!!! I got so many reviews! Oh my god! huggles You people rock!!! Anyway, I came back with 17 mosquito bites in counting (West Nile! West Nile!) and I rode for eight hours in a car with bNO AIR CONDITIONING!/b God, it was the worst car ride of my life. I didn't even accomplish anything! Well... That's not true... While I was there, I finished writing this fic out on paper! So it's basically done! Well that's scary... I also got heat stroke at work yesterday, otherwise I would have updated. Sorry about that. Onwards!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing. Do you see the pilots going at it? No? Now you know I don't own it.
THANKS TO:
Ebony Black1: I didn't know I got it out so soon... Hm... I think the next two chapters will be out very quickly though, so less waiting for all! And don't hurt me if they don't come out of it okay, I told you all it would work out... eventually...
evilgoddess1990: I usually plan out all my fanfics before I write them, otherwise writer's block eats my soul. Lol, thanks for the review and here's an update for ya!
PATTY 40: Well I doubt I am as good as your reviews say, it's still nice to get them. I appreciate it a lot. Here's another chapter for you.
Demonskid: Yes, and I know Lisi would eat my brains witha spork if I didn't put Tro and Quat together so... ya...
Hells-angel8: gives you a cybercookie Yay! Good for you! Heero is not a stuck up ass! Thank you! Making up won't happen until very later though, I'm sorry to say. Thank you for the luck, but it didn't help much. My eyes don't like to rest, lol. Here's the next update!
Ran Fujimiya: Lol, sorry. I think I adapted the cliffhanger trait from Spirit of Paradise. She used to do those A LOT! And still does. But now I get back at her in the rps we do! - I wrote more.
dudette: Yes, I now know it is a spatula because many people have informed me so. sigh I'm dumb, ah, oh well.
Oliversgurl: Er... about fixing it... yeah... Won't happen for a while... Try after another whole 11 chapter fanfic.... er.... Don't hurt me! hides
Lisi Li: Yes, she did in fact. sigh Oh well. And you're right about the next two chapters. Did I tell you at some point or are you just the only smart person reading this? Just kidding! hides
Wufei aka Em: Yeah, that basically describes it. But now all the lakes are dried up, lol! Ah, so Cassi remembered? Lol, cool. I'm updating! Don't send the squirrels after me!!!
ON TO THE FIC ALREADY!!! Yeesh...
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The next week passed quickly, yet the safehouse remained very quiet. The two young pilots had returned to acting as they once had; rarely needing to speak to one another. The storm had eventually lifted and everything had returned to normal, or so it seemed on the surface. The duo rarely remained in the same room for very long and spoke even less, the tension between them thick in the air.
Finally, the twenty-third of December rolled around, and it couldn't have been soon enough for a certain long-haired pilot. Duo had been anxiously awaiting the trip to L4 as soon as the invitation arrived in the mail. Quatre's finely decorated invite, covering the time and date of his usual Christmas event, had arrived a few days after Duo had called.
Currently, Duo and Heero's plane had just landed at the large Winner mansion, Quatre waving at their plane excitedy, Trowa's arm around his waist. "Duo! Heero! Glad you could make it!" the blonde chirped excitedly, watching his fellow pilots depart the plane. "I hope the flight wasn't too long!"
"Nah, it was fine Quat," Duo grinned, giving the blonde youth a friendly hug. "So what are we gonna do? We're a day early, just like ya said."
Quatre smiled politely. "Well, I'm having your bags taken to your rooms as we speak, they're the same as last time, and since the party isn't until tomorrow night, I figured we could decorate the tree!"
Duo grinned cheekily. "Sounds great!"
"I'll pass," Heero replied gruffly, walking off towards the estate. Hurt flashed in Duo's features, but he seemed to let it slide quickly, pasting a smile on his face.
The blonde arabian frowned disapprovingly, recieving a light squeeze from his lover, and the remaining three walked into the house.
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"This box?" Duo asked, holding up a box of tiny ornaments.
Quatre nodded as he threw another handful of gold tinsel on the tree. "Hang them where you'd like."
The tree that Trowa and his blonde angel had purchased earlier that week was thriving from its spot in the main ballroom. Now, covered in decorations and lights, it shimmered brightly in the quickly fading sunlight.
Duo stared at the tree in awe while Quatre turned on the news. It was silent for a moment until...
(AN: Let's just leave it there... dodges objects thrown at her Just kidding!)
"Trowa! Duo! Come see! Quick!"
Listening to Quatre's urgent calls, the other two seated themselves on the couch, on either side of the shocked blonde.
"What's up Quat?" asked a confused Duo.
Quatre shushed him. "Shhh! Watch!"
They all watched as the reporter spoke. "In latest news, the war, which had all begun with a project called 'Operation Meteor', has finally ended. It was officially announced today when a treaty was signed between Earth and the space colonies. More news at eleven."
The three pilots stared openly at the screen, the announcer going on to brief about agriculture.
"Do you know what this means?!" Quatre yelped, tugging on Trowa's sleeve, his eyes filled with hope. Trowa smiled at him warmly.
Duo still looked to be in shock. "The... the war is over?" his face began to form the beginning of a smile. "No more fighting? It's finally over?" he stared at his hands. "No more blood will be spilled by my hands... But what will happen to the gundams?"
"We can talk to the doctors, they'll know what's going on," Trowa stated, calmly picking up the phone.
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As it turned out, what the news reports were relaying was indeed true. The pilots were told that they could do as they wished with their gundams, but it would be best if they were destroyed.
The wars were over, and there were no signs of any further uprising, not since Daiken and Maremeiah. Could the pilots finally lead normal lives? It certainly seemed that way.
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AN: BWAHA! I finished that chapter! Did I even spell Maremeiah right? Oh well. Who cares. Hope you like it, and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! poke